Peace. When my heart stops beating.
Klorrie Note #5
The eyes of death never close.
Klorrie Note #4
When little birds talk, things die.
Klorrie Note #3
Reality. Who writes this stuff anyway?
Klorrie Note #2
Released anger feels euphoric. Regret follows.
Klorrie Note #1
I know My worth. Not much.
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